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They gifted me with personalized boxes containing their books and signed copies. Tears of joy flowed down my cheeks. Dillon had a way of making my wildest dreams come true.
“Anyone ever told you that you’re the most precious man ever?” I asked, my hands wrapped around his neck.
“Not until now, no.” He pulled me closer to him, placing his hands on my ass.
“Thank you. It feels so damn surreal. I grew up reading these books and loving these women. I can’t thank you enough.”
“I told you I’d do anything to keep that smile on your face. You’re welcome,” he whispered in my ear and we just stood in the middle of a library as happiness seeped through our veins. I felt alive. It wasn’t just the books; it was everything he had done since we met.
Back at Dillon’s place, I couldn’t help but spend most of my time with him. I was used to being alone, but now, all I wanted was to be with him. However, I couldn’t help but notice that he rarely slept at night due to his insomnia.
“Dillon,” I shouted, “what’s taking so— oh, hi handsome.”
“Yes, baby,” he said in a low tone and walked closer to me, “are you good?”
I nodded my head and went in to hug him. “I’m kind of hungry but I’ll survive.”
“Let’s get some food in here, you good with Indian?” He lifted me from the ground and I wrapped my legs around his torso for support.
“I am.”
“We’re getting Indian food and watching a movie.” He pulled us closer together, and kissed the side of my face.
“Tonight still feels like a dream,” I said, but it came out as more of a whisper. “Did we take up my boxes from the car?” Slight panic washed over me. Dillon reassured me it’s in the bedroom and my nerves calmed.
Dillon stared into my eyes and whispered, “O deliciae totius urbis lumina, non ut oculi tui fulgent.”
“You’re going to have to translate that Mr. Xander.” I patted his chest, giving him a very daring stare.
“Oh darling all of the city lights, never shine as bright as your eyes,” he spoke.
The tears started flowing, and they wouldn’t ever fucking stop. “I love you so much.” This wasn’t how I wanted to say it, but no timing felt more perfect.
“It’s not enough,” he remarked, “the word ‘love’ isn’t enough for what I feel for you. It’s dangerous, it’s fucking consuming. My entire soul has been ripped out wide and open for you. It’s always been for you even when I thought it wasn’t. There’s a hunger that’s insatiable in your presence. A passion that burns hotter than fire whenever you’re around me. I can’t say the words “I love you” because they don’t capture what I feel and I never sell myself short, especially not to you.”
There were no words there to understand how he made me feel.
“I love you, precious.” This was real. As real as it gets.
“I love you, too.”
We were in love, and I couldn’t have been happier. Nothing could take me from the high I was on.
CHAPTER 30
Azzaria
The screams pulled me from my sleep. My heart raced, and for a moment, I didn’t dare to move. The screams were primal, filled with despair and pain. I had never heard them from him before, but it was the most terrifying thing in my life, and I’ve been through some rough experiences.
It wasn’t a nightmare; I would have known if it was. He was trapped in a night terror. With a tired murmur, I turned onto my back and extended my arm. The other side of the bed was empty, which was highly unusual, as I was certain I fell asleep with Dillon beside me.
The next screams from him were high-pitched and came to an abrupt stop. He was awake, and my body was in shock. No matter how hard I tried to move, I couldn’t. I held my breath and listened. Dillon’s night terrors were something I had never seen before, and I couldn’t help but wonder why. Was it because his grandparents died, or was it something else? It had been gruesome, and he didn’t deserve this.
The door opened, and cautious steps moved over the carpet. The bed bounced as Dillon slipped under the covers on his side. His rapid breaths filled the bedroom, and I felt nothing but heartbreak. Dillon calmed down beside me, and his light breaths had a soothing effect. He came to me for comfort, and that helped him get over his terrors. I waited until he was asleep, then I closed my eyes and drifted away to sleep.
Hours later, I woke up to unbearable heat, as if it were a scorching summer night. Dillon lay against my back, with one knee resting on my hip. His warm breath brushed over my neck. Just as I was about to push him away and pull the sheets off, I felt it. He was unconscious and didn’t know what he was doing. With a gentle thrust, Dillon pushed his hips against me and then pulled back.
“Dillon,” I shouted, trying to get his attention. I jumped up from beside him and ran to switch on the light. Looking at the clock, it read 5:05 am. He didn’t budge when I shouted, but his terrors grew more violent.
